Is It Wrong to Pursue a Harem in Another World? 3
Dawn broke.
Before Kotori woke, I put on the Sturdy Mask I'd received as my reward.
[Sturdy Mask: Indestructible. Cannot be removed by others.]
She'd already seen my black hair—nothing to be done about that—but at least my face would stay hidden.
"Yaaawn. Prince, did you sleep well?"
"Yes, the greeting's lovely, but... you really should wash up first."
"Ah!"
The blanket Kotori had tucked around herself slid away, baring her naked chest, still marked with every trace of yesterday. She looked down at herself, scrambled up in a hurry to go wash—and her legs buckled instantly, dropping her straight to the floor.
"Prince... I'm so sorry to ask this, but could you help me? My legs won't hold me."
In a flash I scooped Kotori up princess-style and carried her to the stream, washing her myself.
"Hee hee! Prince!"
Kotori splashed playfully at me. If Eun-ah's charm was the bouncy, skipping kind, Kotori's was the soft, snow-white kind.
Kotori is cute? No—well, objectively speaking, Kotori does have a cute face, so...
Denying the feeling that had already taken root, I watched her splash and play.
Thump! Thump!
My heart seized control of my body and dragged me toward her.
Splash.
And so we spent the next two hours playing in the water.
"Priiince❤️❤️❤️!!! Ugh! Ugh!"
The kind of water play only adults enjoy.
After our scandalous time in the water, we scrounged up some clothes and dressed. It was time to return to the kingdom.
"Thank you so much, Prince. Everything that happened yesterday and today, I'll carry it in my heart for the rest of my life. You're truly a wonderful person."
"..."
Now I had to decide where my heart was going.
"My princess—won't you keep sharing days like these with me, from now on?"
Kotori stared at me, eyes wide.
"Even looking like this... this hideous... is that really all right?"
"Yes. And you aren't hideous at all, my princess. You're beautiful."
Kotori embraced me. But before we became lovers, there was one more thing I had to tell her.
"But, um... there's a favor I need to ask."
"What is it, Prince?"
"You see... ever since I was little, my dream has been a harem..."
Carefully, I explained it to Kotori, whose face said she had no idea what I meant.
"A harem means... loving more than one woman at once..."
Smack!
Kotori slapped my cheek.
"How shameless can you be! Oh! I'm sorry."
Slapping me and apologizing a heartbeat later—was that innocence, or what?
My cheek was the one that took the hit, but it was my heart that ached. Something had to be crossed in my wiring.
"Still, how could you say that? That's so mean. Do I look easy to you?"
With that she set off toward the kingdom alone—though her trembling legs gave out before she'd made it far. I scooped the fallen Kotori up in my arms.
As we passed through the gate, a soldier hailed me.
"Hero, sir! The Guild Master of Allumette asks that you visit at your convenience—she wishes to convey her thanks."
Allumette was the guild that had taken Eun-ah and me in. It was the weekend, so I could settle this quickly and spend the rest of the day with Eun-ah.
With a slightly awkward Kotori at my side, I opened the door to the guild master's office.
Hair white as fresh snow, and beneath it sapphire-blue eyes that seemed to pull me in. The guild master greeted us with a bewitching smile.
"There you are. Please, have a seat here."
At her direction I walked over to the chairs she'd prepared. Watching us a moment, the guild master turned to Kotori.
"Kotori, dear. I have a personal matter to discuss with the Hero. Would you excuse us?"
Once Kotori had gone, the guild master rose from her desk, brewed the tea herself, and carried it over to the guest table.
"Drink. It's a very rare tea. Ah—first, I should introduce myself. I'm Carol, Guild Master of the Allumette Merchant Guild, dongsaeng Yoo Gun."
Wondering if I'd somehow forgotten the mask, I felt at my face. It was definitely there. I couldn't think of a single slip I'd made.
"Your gait, your build, the resonance of your voice—even the scent of your sweat. How could I possibly not know you, dongsaeng Yoo Gun? I knew it the very first moment I laid eyes on you. I remember thinking: there will never be another man this insanely handsome—I simply must have him. I'd been looking for a way to get closer, and now look, here we are."
Fine, maybe she could guess all the rest—but how does she know my scent?
"The towel you wipe down with after your morning training—I've been putting it to very good use."
She answered the question I'd never spoken aloud. A warning blazed through every nerve in my body: run, now.
"I won't eat you. Shall we leave the small talk there and get to business?"
I felt like a puppet in this woman's hands, but I pinned my fleeing legs in place, sat back down, and—to steady my nerves—removed the mask and drank the tea.
"So, dongsaeng Yoo Gun, how many quests have you cleared so far? Hmm, one or two? Three? About that much, I'd say."
I nearly spat out my tea, but managed to swallow it and pull myself together.
"How do you know so much about the Hero?"
"I've sponsored Heroes a few times before. Hard as it may be to believe, when Goddess Lafi ruled the whole continent, our Allumette Guild was the finest on it. We scrambled to survive once that ended, and... well, here we are."
Her tone was bright, but something in her expression looked faintly bitter.
Clap!
Perhaps to change the subject, Carol clapped her hands and moved on.
"That bandit crew that attacked, by the way—they were really subcontractors for a fallen Hero. Who on earth would think to inject a person with a drug that gathers energy in the breasts and draws out mother's milk? They say it tastes heavenly. Have you tried it, by any chance?"
I had milked Kotori and tasted it myself—it was certainly better than any milk I'd ever had.
"For the record, that stuff is a kind of narcotic."
The idea of brewing a drug out of a person's chest worried me less for my own sake than for Kotori's.
"No need to worry about Kotori. It takes several doses before the effects become permanent. In about a week her chest will be back to normal. She'll have to keep being milked in the meantime, of course."
Welcome news. Once her chest went back to normal, Kotori could find herself a better man than me.
"Give me the dollars from your quest."
I handed Carol the 20 dollars I'd received as my reward.
"Twenty dollars, then. Starting next Monday, I'll put you in the finest luxury suite we have for two weeks."
Taking dollars as payment made me wonder whether the Allumette Guild traded with the Federation—but Carol's next move brought my thoughts to a dead stop. She had hoisted both legs onto her chair in an M-shape and was stroking her crotch through her clothes.
"Have you registered a lover yet? Eun-ah? Kotori? You're welcome to come to me, you know. Just looking at your face like this has me soaked, dongsaeng Yoo Gun."
What a wicked sense of humor she had.
The moment our business was done and I moved to leave the room, Carol caught my arm.
"When you see Kotori, take good care of her. One of our employees, rescued from the bandits, told me Kotori volunteered to take the drug first to buy everyone time. She's a girl with a truly kind heart. And by the way—what I said earlier was no joke."
I'd heard she was a woman of few words, but face to face, the guild master was nothing of the sort. A genuinely strange woman.
I had nothing else on my schedule, so I hurried to the room where Eun-ah would be waiting. Hoping she'd greet me, I opened the door—but the room was empty.
Did she go get the ring I bought her engraved or something?
Eun-ah could have errands of her own, so I decided to wait. My gaze drifted, and I spotted the gift she'd given me sitting on the desk. A letter was probably tucked inside, wasn't it? A mischievous thought crossed my mind—I should read it right in front of her.
The minute hand made two full turns.
Eun-ah still hadn't come back. Unease took up residence in a corner of my heart. Telling myself nothing could go wrong inside the kingdom, I decided to wait a little longer.
Two more turns.
Huh? Why... why isn't she coming?
"Have you seen my Eun-ah anywhere?"
No one had seen her.
"I said, have you seen Eun-ah?!!"
I found myself screaming at people who had done nothing wrong.
"Guild Master, please... please help me find my Eun-ah..."
I even begged.
Even knowing all the while that begging wouldn't bring her back.
Nausea crawled up my throat—revulsion at myself, at the man who had played with another woman while Eun-ah disappeared without my ever noticing. For more than two days, without a moment's rest, I searched for her—Yoo Gun by day, the Hero by night—and found not a single trace. It was as if she had simply blinked out of existence.
Since coming back with Kotori, I hadn't eaten a thing or slept. No—I couldn't afford the time to eat or sleep. Every second spent on either felt like a second stolen from finding her.
My mind went hazy. The Hero's power did nothing to hold off hunger or drowsiness.
If I didn't complete a lover registration within the next three hours, I alone would be expelled. And if I were expelled alone, Eun-ah would die somewhere, in agony.
With so little time left, I returned to my lodgings on the faintest sliver of hope. Naturally, only silence and Eun-ah's gift were there to greet me.
My last hope snapped.
Knock, knock.
I heard someone at the door, but my mind could no longer hold my body upright.
Yoo Gun... he hasn't eaten anything in almost three days...
I was in no position to be worrying over anyone else, but watching a person come apart like that hurt too much to bear. I gathered some milk and bread from the dining hall and headed for Yoo Gun's room.
Knock, knock.
"Yoo Gun, are you all right?"
I opened the door—and saw Yoo Gun collapsing, consciousness slipping away.
"Yoo Gun!"
The shock drained the strength right out of my hands.
Crash.
Ignoring the sound of the milk bottle shattering, I rushed to him. All I could do was shake him and call his name.
"Yoo Gun! It's me, Kotori! Yoo Gun!"
Only after I'd cried out for what felt like an eternity did his body flinch.
"Hah... hah..."
He seemed to come to and sit up, but something about him was wrong.
"Are you okay?"
"Hah... hah... Milk... I need milk..."
Remembering the bottle I'd brought had shattered, I turned to go fetch more—but Yoo Gun seized my body and pulled me toward him.
"Eek! Y-Yoo Gun! What are you doing?"
Worried, I took a step toward him—and he yanked up my top and grabbed my bare breast.
"Nnh! Yoo Gun! What are you doing!"
I called his name, but as if he couldn't hear me, he brought his mouth to my chest and began to suck.
Slurp. Slurp.
"Ahhn! N-nnh! Yoo Gun, please—ahhn!"
Each pull of his mouth drained the strength from my body until I couldn't resist at all.
Slurp. Slurp.
Watching Yoo Gun suckle, the memories of my Prince came flooding back.
Oh, Prince... I'm so sorry...
My Prince... even seeing me with these cow's udders, he called me beautiful... I wanted to find him, but after that day I never saw him again. I tried to work out who he was, but the only thing I knew about him was the shape of his enormous cock. If we ever met again, I wanted to apologize, to tell him I'd longed to see him, to beg his forgiveness...
He must have suffered too, stranded alone in this world. And Yoo Gun must be suffering now, over Eun-ah.
Seeing him suckle at my breast, lost to all reason, my heart ached for him.
"Ah... if my milk will do, then drink as much as you need."
I stroked his hair, the way you'd comfort a child. I kept letting him nurse until, perhaps finally full, he pulled his mouth from my breast and sat on the edge of the bed.
I was straightening my rumpled clothes when Yoo Gun seized my body and threw me onto the bed.
"Eek!"
Startled, I stared at him—but he silently pulled down his pants.
"Why are you taking off your pants...?"
I was so flustered I asked a ridiculous question.
Pants around his ankles, Yoo Gun moved behind me, shoved my underwear aside, and gripped my hips.
"Yoo Gun, no! I love someone el—"
His cock plunged deep inside me.
"Hnngh!"
The sudden intrusion startled me, but my pussy welcomed the cock it was meeting again after so long, drooling shamelessly to take it in.
"Prince!?"
Yoo Gun ignored my words and kept pounding away.
Yoo Gun was my Prince?!
Plap. Plap. Plap.
"Ngh! Nnh! Ngh! Prince, please... it hurts."
I said it hurt, but my pussy was already feasting on its banquet, and little by little, pleasure began to seep into me.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
"Nngh❤️! Nnh! Hnngh!"
This wasn't the loving lovemaking we'd shared before—I was being used, one-sidedly—but my body had already drowned in pleasure all the same, burning hot.
"Ngh! I'm! I'm cumming❤️!"
Whether I came or not, Yoo Gun couldn't have cared less. He just kept driving his cock into me.
Plap. Plap.
"Yoo Gun, please—nnh! Let me—nnh! Let me rest❤️!"
I passed out and came to, over and over.
Plap. Plap.
"..."
"..."
Plap. Plap.
And so I was used by Yoo Gun for two hours.
Whether he'd finally had his fill, Yoo Gun pulled out—and whether by luck or misfortune, I was still conscious. His murmur reached my ears.
"Won't you become my lover?"
How much pain must Yoo Gun have been in, losing Eun-ah? My heart ached for him, truly.
Squeezing out the last of my strength, I answered.
"Yes, my Prince... forever... I'll look at no one but you..."
[Congratulations. You have become the Hero's first lover.]